The Temple (Amy Lowell Poem)
Between us leapt a gold and scarlet flame. Into the hollow of the cupped, arched blue Of Heaven it rose. ...
Poems about wreathed (31 Poems)
Cliche Came Out of its Cage (C. S. Lewis Poem)
1 You said 'The world is going back to Paganism'. Oh bright Vision! I saw our dynasty in the bar ...
The Poet’s Calendar (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
Maidenhood (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Maiden! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies! Thou whose ...
DRINKING SONG (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
INSCRIPTION FOR AN ANTIQUE PITCHER Come, old friend! sit down and listen! From the pitcher, placed between us, How the ...
The Goblet of Life (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Filled is Life's goblet to the brim; And though my eyes with tears are dim, I see its sparkling bubbles ...
Endymion: Book II (John Keats Poem)
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
The Eve Of St. Agnes (John Keats Poem)
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
Letter (Victor Hugo Poem)
You can see it already: chalks and ochers; Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines; Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery; ...
Desesperanto (Marilyn Hacker Poem)
After Joseph Roth Parce que c'était lui; parce que c'était moi. Montaigne, De L'amitië The dream's forfeit was a night ...
A Wreath (George Herbert Poem)
A wreathed garland of deserved praise, Of praise deserved, unto thee I give, I give to thee, who knowest all ...
A Familiar Letter (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
YES, write, if you want to, there's nothing like trying; Who knows what a treasure your casket may hold? I'll ...
The Chambered Nautilus (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
THIS is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main,-- The venturous bark that flings On the ...
Sailing Barges off Southend (Adrian Green Poem)
Drifting on a tide from long ago, They swing at anchor silently Wreathed in early morning mist, Like ghosts grown ...
Three Ha’Pence a Foot (Marriott Edgar Poems)
I'll tell you an old-fashioned story That Grandfather used to relate, Of a joiner and building contractor; 'Is name, it ...
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (T. S. Eliot Poem)
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
A Hedge Of Rubber Trees (Amy Clampitt Poem)
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
The Wizard Way (Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
The Wizard Way (Aleister Crowley Poem)
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
The Mores (John Clare Poem)
Far spread the moorey ground a level scene Bespread with rush and one eternal green That never felt the rage ...
Memory (Anne Bronte Poem)
Brightly the sun of summer shone, Green fields and waving woods upon, And soft winds wandered by; Above, a sky ...
A Day Dream (Emily Bronte Poem)
On a sunny brae, alone I lay One summer afternoon; It was the marriage-time of May With her young lover, ...
Blue Evening (Rupert Brooke Poem)
My restless blood now lies a-quiver, Knowing that always, exquisitely, This April twilight on the river Stirs anguish in the ...
Bride of Abydos, The (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The Giaour (Lord Byron Poem)
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
The Bride of Abydos (Lord Byron Poem)
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
THE DANCE OF DEATH (Charles Baudelaire Poem)
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 03: Palimpsest: A Deceitful Portrait (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 07: Porcelain (Conrad Aiken Poem)
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 04: Illicit (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...